Blurb: “Almost a Virgin”. Book 2 of "Virgins No More"
Theodora has loved John Smith ever since she was a little girl. But he’s very wealthy and she is only a vicar’s daughter and sister.
John had been waiting for Theodora to grow up. When he kisses Theodora in the garden at the ball, lust roars through him and he takes her there in the garden, fully dressed, only a few yards away from a hundred people. She’s warm and more than willing in his arms, and it’s not until the deed is done that he realizes he’s just dishonored his best friend’s sister.
Theodora doesn’t regret what she’s done. She enjoyed it and wants more of him. Even though he’s only marrying her because he dishonored her, she doesn’t care. She’ll make him so happy in bed and in his home he’ll stay with her even though he may never love her.
Story Excerpt
The Season had barely begun, so the ballroom was not overcrowded. That was one thing Theodora had not enjoyed last Season when her Mama had brought her out. Some of the Ton parties they’d been invited to were the ones to which every man and his second cousin twice removed had received a card, so the heat and noise had been awful. But since her brother, Barnabas, had not received any offers for her hand, Mama had insisted they attend every event for which they had an invitation, in the hope of her making a match.
Now that Barnabas and Georgina were married, Georgina’s grandmama, the Dowager Lady Arnott, ensured they were all invited to every party of note, so mayhap someone eligible would offer for her this Season. Not that she wanted just anyone. Oh no. She was sufficiently foolish to want only one man. One big, tall, handsome, incredibly rich man. Theodora sighed quietly behind her fan and gazed at the delicious Mr. John Smith. She’d loved him for years and years. When she was a child, he’d always been polite to her, indulging her childish whims, claiming her little girl’s enduring devotion.
As a grown woman, she still loved him. No other man measured up to his kindness, intelligence, grace, and perfection of form. Unfortunately his large fortune almost guaranteed he would wed someone of much higher birth than she. No reasonable papa would discourage his suit despite his lack of a title. After all, his mama was the daughter of a duke. That connection, added to his immense wealth, would overcome any barriers.
Whereas she was the daughter of a vicar. Admittedly he was the third son of a nobleman, so her birth was acceptable. But still, as the daughter and sister of a vicar, she was no great catch. Her dowry was more than adequate. But once again, it didn’t compare with the stupendous sums available to Mr. Smith. As for beauty, her looks were well enough, but she was no diamond of the first water. Or even the second or third water. Not like Sapphira. Theodora gazed across the ballroom at Sapphira Arnott. Blonde, with brilliant blue eyes, a neat figure, and the sweetest person imaginable. I can’t even hate her she’s so friendly and caring! she thought as she watched the Earl of Mitcham and Mr. John Smith vie for Sapphira’s attention. But how I wish she’d accept the earl and leave Mr. Smith for me.
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